Wednesday, August 25, 2010

There is a God!

I passed those 6 damned papers.

There is a God.

Now, I have 10 more to go.

On a separate note, I am sitting in the office now and I swear I smell onions.

Now, I am not too sure if this whiff of onions is coming from the restaurant next door, or my receptionist seriously needs a bath.

How do you tell someone that they smell? When I was with the ex, he had a friend, let's name him T. And one fine day, we swung by T's house to pick him up. As soon as he entered the car, the ex yelled "F**K T! You smell like shit!"

Now, I myself am known to be very direct. My philosophy with friends is simple, if you don't like what I have to say, don't ask me.

Because you won't like what I have to say. And if you want me to say what you want to hear, then you've come to the wrong place.

I am the type of girl who will tell the lady at Dave's Deli "Doesn't service come with a smile?"

And when the lift chocked full with people from the 10 floors it passed,opens its doors at the first floor, and this one lady tries to squeeze in, I yell " TAK BOLEH AMBIL TANGGA KE? SATU TINGKAT SAJA!"

And when I have to tip toe around this group of aunties standing right at the base of the elevator, I say "Hello! Tak ada tempat lain untuk berdiri ka?!"

But I still have not summoned enough courage to tell someone

"F**K YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT!"

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Can I have the cake, and eat it too?

What's one of the worst things when it comes to dating a pilot?

You spend many days without him. (but your friends somehow still give you shit for spending too much time with him - even though the days they ask you out are the days he happens to not be flying.)

And you may possibly have to spend your birthday alone too.

Cheh.

Time to change bf. Change to one who is a 9-5 job holder la.

Then again, if I see him every day I may go crazy.

.....

Us women, can't make up our minds.

Just like how I can't make up my mind about the blog layout, as you can see.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

It's official. I am not from China.

Scene: Uptown Reflexology Centre
Present: Chinese citizen massage therapist, Malaysian massage therapist, the bf and myself.

Chinese man: *speaks in Mandarin* Oh your bf is a pilot? You must be a stewardess then.
Me: Err, no I am not.
Chinese man: *puzzled* Why doesn't he speak Chinese?
Me: Err... Cos he's not Chinese?
Chinese man: *puzzled*
Me: Well, most people say I look like I am from China. You will know best since you're from China. Do I look like I come from China?
Chinese man: He *points towards the bf* looks more Chinese than you.

-_-

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Can I ask you something personal?

Yesterday someone asked me if my parents were getting a divorce.

Then she followed it up with whether my mum was slapped by someone's wife.

I laughed when she asked that and she sternly told me it was a serious matter.

So I asked her why. After all, it was not true.

She then swiftly asks me "How you know it's not true?"

WTF?
(This is essentially the problem of coming from a small town. Everybody wants to have their share of goss.)

Seriously, if my parents were divorced, I think I'd be the first few to know. The other few being my siblings.

And secondly, why should I have to explain whether my parents are divorced or not, or whether my mother's face met with someone else's palm when these are nothing but nasty untrue rumours?

Sheesh, but on a side note.... DAMN my parents are scandalous.

Well you know what they say, you are a nobody till somebody talks about you.

Right?

I myself have been at the receiving end of nasty rumours. But the best has to be that while I was in boarding school, it was rumoured that I hid my bf in the room.

The small cubicle that is our room could fit a single mattress, a small study table and a two door cupboard, but somehow, I could cram an Indian bf into that small space of mine. (HAH! Take that for maximizing space!)

Then there is the I broke up the Bf's previous relationship.

That I am dating a lawyer. (God forbid)

That I am lesbian. (and I don't know about it...yet)

After breaking up with the ex, I cried and wanted to crawl back to him.

That I was easy and had a big welcome sign between my legs.

That I hate lawyers.

Oh wait, the last one is true.

So, if you've ever been on the receiving end of nasty rumours, the best thing one can do is to merely laugh it off. After all, someone somewhere out there actually took time to think of you, and make up a story about you.

Makes me proud to be thought of.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Hey you, I think your hubby is gay.

I have a friend who just recently got married.

I suspect her new hubby is gay.

Is this one of those things you tell to your friend's face? Or you keep it to yourself and hope beyond hope that you're wrong?

I do not believe one should get married just because "we've been together for so long."
"or why not? after all, it's time that I got married."

Either way. We had a major falling out last year and now we're more of a hi bye kinda friend.

I didn't RSVP to her wedding in another country because I felt that the invite could have been done better.For me, if you're going to have a wedding in another country, the least you could do is provide some info on where I can get accommodation, how long I should stay, where the wedding is and whether there are cheap flights over there.

Instead it was, you coming? full stop.

So, no I didn't go.

And my congratulations message to her on her Facebook, unlike others where she excitedly yells THANKS! I FEEL GREAT! You guys are great! Thanks Thanks THANKS!

I got a very curt... Thanks.

I guess as you grow older, friends drift apart. We may not agree with their choices, but we accept them. I accept that she married this man because she thought she should since they have been together forever. He is her first, she is his first. So it was a simple 1 + 1 = 2 situation for her.

I think she deserves better.

When I was with the ex, she was the type who would make scathing comments in reply to my statements.

I would laugh and say "I complained I had a back ache and somehow I ended up giving him a leg massage. Haha."

And she would say "Well, you're stupid then. Who asked you to allow yourself to be in that situation."

Or if I make a complaint about the ex, she would jump in to remind me how dumb I was to stick around.

I bit my tongue from yelling in retaliation that her then bf and now hubby may be gay.

Growing older, I learn to bite my tongue and hold my thoughts.

But in addition to biting my tongue and keeping my thoughts to myself, I also learn that some friends in life you can do without.

But, anyway,

Dear Y, congratulations on your marriage. I hope you're happy with W. (and I hope he isn't gay). I know you never liked the ex, and I am glad I walked away from a 7 yr relationship to find happiness and fulfillment. I am glad you made scathing remarks about my then relationship but I am sad you cannot see the flaw in yours. I know you have long crossed me out of your list of friends, but if the friends you put on your priority list now are truly friends, they will tell you that they have the same fears about this man as I do. They will tell you to sit back and think and not to rush into this marriage. But heck, you wouldn't listen anyway right?

I hope you're happy. Not only now when you're basking in the glow of a wedding. I hope you're happy when you realise you're now in a marriage with a man who let you go (after 5 years being together) over a weekend where his mum came over to visit and planted some doubts in his head and took you back when she left.

Congratulations.